“I’m sorry for snooping inside your office?” My voice shakes and tears lace my eyes as I say it. Dom would kill someone for less.
Would he kill me?
I know Dom has killed plenty of people without a second thought, and for probably doing much less than prying into his business.
He releases me and turns me so I’m on my back. Tears sting at the back of my eyes, blurring my vision. I quickly blink, letting them scatter down my face in burning lines.
“I’d never hurt you.” He wipes away the tears with a gentle swipe of his thumb.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out. “I promise I won’t do it again.” My voice is shaky.
He pulls me against him, stroking my hair, whispering, “Go to sleep.”
Dominic is a big man, years and years of working out at the gym.
A gigantic dragon covers Dom's chest. Teeth and claws as sharp as his owner. I’m too scared to sleep in case those claws latch around my throat.
He pulls the sheet over our bodies and I whisper, “If you are going to kill me tonight, will you let my sisters know I love them, and I’m sorry for doing something so stupid?”
“Ah fuck, Amara. I am not going to fucking kill you. Just go to sleep and tomorrow we are going to have a talk.”
Tomorrow.
We’re talking tomorrow.
There’s a tomorrow for me.
“Okay.”
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers as he strokes his fingers overmy shoulder.
My eyes open, and I glance at his face.
Our eyes lock.
But I’m dumbstruck for a moment, surprised at the intensity in his gaze, and I’m thinking Dom likes me as much as I like him.
4
Dom
My eyelids are heavy,coated in sleep, making them difficult to open. Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling. My arm is numb. Pins and needles shoot through the dead limb as Amara’s head rests against my arm, her dark hair spilling across my shoulder.
The morning sun streams through the window, and waves crash against the shore outside, their rhythm matching her soft breaths.
Her leg is draped over mine, her knee pressing against my groin. My cock throbs, causing shame to flood through me. I’m glad I’m still wearing my shirt and pants, but I still need to get out of here.
Now.
I slip my arm free, careful not to wake her. She mumbles something, curling into the warm spot I’ve left behind as slide off the bed. My mouth dried at the sight of her in that tiny silk nightgown.
Christ.She’s my stepdaughter. She also recently turned eighteen.
I stumble to my bedroom and into my bathroom, turning the shower on full blast.
The water’s too hot when I step inside, but I welcome the sting.
My hand wraps around my cock, and I pump, angry with myself because all I can see when I close my eyes is Amara. I slap my free hand on the tiled wall, stroking fast and harder, needing this over.
